"I still find it hard to believe one of your own could betray you," Dante remarked as they journeyed to the fairy colony. "Not until I saw it with my own eyes."
"I had always suspected the chief elders of our colony to have a defect in their judgment," Marget confided. "After the Queen was gone, another wanted to take her place, with the princess not being around."
"How long have you left home?" Emma inquired.
"For a very long time, as long as I can remember," Sharlene replied.
"Four years... I believe so," Margret added. "Before we were assigned by our Queen to look for her."
"Sharlene, I'm so sorry to hear that," Emma said in a low tone.
"I should never have left home in the first place," said Sharlene with a heavy heart. "It's all my fault."
"And all will be resolved, my Princess, once you take your rightful place as Queen in the colony," Margret assured her. "Many await your arrival."
They followed the pathway that led to a river canal at night, where they eventually came to a stop.
"Why are we here?" Grace questioned. "Why stop here?"
"This is the entrance to the fairy colony," Sharlene explained, lighting a finger with her fairy magic to create an entrance as they all watched in amazement.
"The gateway moves from time to time and can only be spotted by fairies alone," Margret added. Karl, Emma, and Grace entered, while Dante, about to follow, was suddenly pulled back by a vampire fairy. Margret swiftly came to the rescue, using her fairy magic to burn the vampire fairy attacking Dante to a crisp, only for it to recover in no time, roaring at them. It lunged towards them, but Sharlene unleashed a powerful fairy blast that instantly turned it into a pile of ash.
They all entered the gateway, reaching the fairy colony unharmed. The place was a breathtaking sight, with fairy guards standing firm to protect the entrance. For Dante, Karl, Emma, and Grace, it was their first time in the fairy colony—or as Dante put it, the fairy world—a truly enchanting place.
A golden gate stretched three hundred cubits in length, fifty cubits in breadth, and rose thirty cubits in height. Nearby, a tree crafted entirely from pure gold bore fruit adorned with beryl. At the heart of the colony stood a monumental sculpture of Queen Fairy Alicia East, cast in radiant gold. Exotic blooms graced every corner, while sprites danced towards the edge of the skies.
Some grounds were paved with gold, still reflecting, others with diamonds, and some adorned in silver. Streams and waterfalls, renowned as the fountain of youth, flowed with unparalleled purity. Rare flowers bloomed daily, adding a touch of enchantment to the already mesmerizing scenery.
In this fairy realm, time operated on a different scale. A day for a fairy equaled a hundred years, two days spanned two hundred years, seconds passed as days, minutes unfolded like weeks, and months evolved into years. However, to those outside the fairy realm, time remained unchanged, oblivious to the fantastical temporal dance within the colony.
"It's a beautiful place," Karl Carl remarked, his eyes wide with amazement. As they approached, fairy guards attempted to halt their progress, but the princess intervened, confirming their association.
Upon entering the main council chamber, the elderly fairies gathered, and Sharlene questioned the unexpected assembly. A female elder spoke, revealing, "Her Majesty has returned after four years of abandoning her people. Things have changed around here."
Sharlene, dismayed, shared Damian's betrayal plan, a revelation met with mixed reactions from the assembled fairies.
"It is of the best interest that our colony comes first when you abandoned her ways," remarked an elderly male fairy. "Damian's ideas of keeping our colony safe from war were the only way to secure our future," he added, sparking hushed discussions among the council members.
Emma stepped forward, addressing the council, "For centuries, we've lived in fear of the unknown, striving to build a better world for our colony. It only takes a leap of faith, trusting in each other, rather than fighting against one another. There's still hope, and your colony is a part of it. This is what your Queen would have wanted—to see her people make the right choice, bringing peace among all colonies and clans."
Some yielded to Emma's suggestions, but others grumbled discontentedly. A furious member of the fairy council stood up, demanding, "Who are you to pass judgment on us, telling us what to do, and who are you to speak for the princess?" Grace, ready to retaliate, was restrained by Emma, allowing Sharlene to respond.
"This is Emma Stone," declared Sharlene. "The great descendant of the immortal Dracula."
The council gasped collectively, murmuring among themselves. A female elder, astonished, inquired, "Is this true? That the descendant of Stone stands before us. We thought of you to be a myth, Emma Stone. But with you here among us, I believe there's hope."
As the discussions unfolded, an elder council member rose and stated, "It's too late... Damian is on his way with the Lycans; he wants to be king."
"We can't let him," Grace asserted, stepping forward. "The lycanthropes wouldn't protect you; Damian's been fooled. They'll only rule over you all as slaves and take everything away from you."
Puzzled, another council member asked, "So what must we do?"
"We fight back and protect our home," Sharlene declared. "We have each other, and we have Emma Stone," she added, looking at Emma with hope. The council members dispersed to their posts, seeking to prepare for the impending threat.
Sharlene took Emma to a vantage point overlooking the entire colony, a breathtaking sight. There, she discussed harnessing fairy magic. "Not too good, I guess," Emma admitted.
"No problem... I'll teach you," Sharlene reassured with a smile. "There are some basic things you need to know about fairy magic, Emma. You're very unique, blessed with immense potential. You're the only supernatural being to possess all abilities, and not everyone is pleased with your gifts. Many will come for them, desiring what you have."
Sharlene delved into teaching Emma the fundamentals of fairy magic and how to harness its formidable powers. "The rules of fairy's magic are simple," Sharlene explained, "and require concentration during your initial practice. Once the procedures are mastered, you can wield its powers at will."
"Fairy's magic is far more potent and lethal than witches' magic," Sharlene continued. "That's why we have a golden rule that all fairies must abide by."
"What are the rules?" Emma inquired.
"Rule number one," Sharlene began, "we do not kill unless the situation demands it. We do not abuse our gifts."
"Rule number two," Sharlene added, "a fairy must trust in their ability to protect their colony, be selfless, and prioritize others' needs above their own. We avoid causing trouble of any kind, striving to maintain peace as beings with a unique purpose."
"Rule number three," Sharlene continued, "abide by the rule of law. It is the way of the fairy colony." She carefully explained all the rules to Emma before commencing their training.
Sharlene initiated Emma into the meditation techniques of a fairy, guiding her through the process. During the training, Sharlene demonstrated constructing a glowing energy that emitted a golden aura—an effective repelling spell. She then revealed another technique for harnessing fairy's blast, a destructive construct capable of pulverizing enemies by utilizing the environment, drawing life force from various living organisms within a wide range.
As the training progressed, Sharlene taught Emma binding spells. These spells could immobilize an enemy for an extended period, lasting twenty-four hours for supernaturals. For humans, however, the effects were more severe, leading to death if not freed. Witches also employed these spells, rendering everything within their influence motionless.
The training session continued with Sharlene guiding Emma through various spells and abilities. Telekinesis, a common power shared by both witches and fairies, allowed them to move objects with the power of their minds. Their psychic prowess extended to clairvoyance, with witches foreseeing the future through divination and fairies utilizing psychokinesis to glimpse what lies ahead. These abilities typically ran in royal bloodlines or were entrusted to rulers. Fairies also possessed precognition, adding another layer to their mystical foresight.
Pyrokinesis, the ability to control and create fire and intense heat, was present in both fairies and witches. Witches referred to a similar power as cryokinesis, but this distinction wasn't explored further in the story. The narrative returned to Sharlene and Emma immersed in their training.
The discussion then turned to empathy spells. Fairies had the power to identify and understand the thoughts, feelings, and emotional states of other supernaturals. In contrast, witches could psychically read another person's emotions, extending their abilities to sense the presence of other forces such as ghosts and spirits—an advantage fairies did not possess. The distinctions in these magical abilities added depth to the rich tapestry of their supernatural world.
The training delved into telepathy spells, a powerful ability possessed by many vampires, allowing them to hypnotize other supernaturals like humans, wolves, and Lycans. However, fairies were unparalleled in their mastery of telepathy, communicating effortlessly over long distances, both within and outside the fairy colony. This psychic connection surpassed that of witches, who ranked second in telepathic abilities but faced limitations, unable to breach the barriers of the fairy world.
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Fairies harnessed sympathetic affection, linking one mind to another through thoughts, feelings, or emotions, transcending the ordinary channels of sensation.
The discussion then shifted to teleportation spells, an extraordinary ability of fairies to transport themselves over vast distances swiftly. Their teleportation prowess outpaced both witches and vampires, making them unmatched in terms of speed and efficiency. While not all vampires possessed this unique ability, the fairies' aptitude for instantaneous travel added another layer to their formidable magical repertoire.
The training continued, delving into levitation and flight spells—common abilities among various supernaturals, including fairies, witches, vampires, tribrids, and hybrids. Fairies, with butterfly-like wings, demonstrated their unique flying prowess, while vampire fairies and witches boasted mighty wings resembling those of an eagle or bat.
The discussion transitioned to invisibility spells, a shared ability among fairies, witches, and certain tribrids and hybrids. This mystical cloak could be countered by those capable of breaking the spell. Vampires and Lycanthropes, while unable to see the invisible, possessed a heightened sense of detection. Witches activated this spell using magical pendants, a technique that would be further explored in the subsequent discussion on the intangibility spell. The intricate web of magical abilities unfolded as Sharlene and Emma continued their training.
The training reached its zenith, covering the intricacies of an attraction spell that forged unbreakable bonds of loyalty and servitude, deemed the most challenging to repel.
The narrative then shifted to the intangibility spell, a unique ability reserved solely for fairies. Unlike witches, who relied on pendants for a similar effect, fairies could become intangible at will, rendering themselves untouchable.
Six years of enlightenment under Sharlene's guidance transformed Emma into a formidable wielder of fairy powers. With no word from Damian during this time, an unexpected breach in the gateway disrupted the tranquility. Guards, sensing danger, sounded the alarm, preparing for an imminent battle.
Damian emerged through the gateway, accompanied by battalions of hunters, Lycans, hybrids, wolves, vampire fairies, and witches, ready to launch an attack on the fairy colony. The peaceful atmosphere shattered as the supernatural forces clashed in a looming confrontation.
Amidst the chaos, Damian stormed onto the scene, his declaration echoing through the turmoil. "She's mine, the last of our royal descendant," he proclaimed, transforming into a vampire fairy and charging toward Princess Sharlene. Emma and her friends engaged in a fierce battle against Damian's formidable army.
In the midst of the ongoing conflict, Damian and the princess clashed in midair, employing all means at their disposal. He seized her by the neck, spinning her around before dropping her with impactful force onto a rooftop.
"Why are you doing this, Damian?" Sharlene questioned, struggling to comprehend his motivations. "At what cost?"
"For the greater good, a power beyond any other," Damian asserted, standing firm in his convictions. "It is without flaws, far beyond the great council of supernaturals. Your mother was too blind to avert it because she knew she couldn't. For thousands of years, she lived before all, she's all... For among them was before all."
"Who is she, Damian?" Sharlene pressed further. "What better peace could we have than for the peace of all colonies reuniting together as one?" The confrontation between the princess and Damian unfolded on the rooftop, with the fate of the supernatural world hanging in the balance.
Damian's laughter echoed as Sharlene confronted him, dismissing her pleas with pitiful amusement. "Your death will be remembered amongst the colony, my Queen," he declared, lunging towards her. However, Emma intervened, casting a binding spell that momentarily restrained Damian. To their surprise, he swiftly recovered, fixing a curious gaze on Emma.
"What are you?" Damian questioned. "Tribrid, fairy, hybrid, witch, or vampire? No matter what you are, you will not survive." Undeterred, he accelerated towards Emma, only to be forcefully pushed aside by Sharlene's powerful magic.
"Please, Damian, I don't want to hurt you," Sharlene implored. "You can change your ways, find redemption, and help win this war."
With Damian persisting in his destructive path, he unleashed his telekinetic power, forcefully pushing Emma aside while targeting Sharlene. In response, Sharlene countered with her most lethal attack, a formidable force that obliterated Damian without a trace. Flames engulfed him, burning through his skin like a thousand suns, consuming him from the inside out until he disintegrated into fragmented pieces, vanishing into nothingness.
Witnessing the demise of one of her own, Sharlene wept, grappling with the weight of the act. Amidst the ongoing war, Emma, having regained her stamina, approached Sharlene on the rooftop. As they stood together, Sharlene spread her wings and ascended into the air, casting a spell that vanquished the entire battalions of Damian. The rooftop became a solemn witness to the turbulent clash between good and evil, marking a pivotal moment in the supernatural realm's history.
With a mighty display of incredible powers, the enemies were vanquished without a trace, and a wave of massive energy reverberated in the air. The narrative continued to unfold, revealing how Sharlene ascended to become the Queen Mother of all fairies after the war and her mother's passing. Through the use of magic, the colony was rebuilt, ushering in an era of peace.
Following the cessation of hostilities, a grand coronation was held in Sharlene's honor, where she was crowned the Queen of all fairies. The colony celebrated the return of tranquility, and a sense of hope pervaded as they prepared for potential future challenges.
Later that night, in the peaceful aftermath, Sharlene and Emma engaged in a discussion amidst the celebratory atmosphere. The night was calm, accompanied by the gentle whispers of a breeze and the melodious sounds of the sprite.
"Emma, I want to personally thank you for all you've done for this colony," Sharlene expressed her gratitude. "There's every hope of winning this war, and we fairies are ready to stand and fight by your side. We're forever indebted to you."
"I wish to continue this journey with you, Emma," Sharlene added, and Emma, holding onto her hands, replied with a smile, "Your people need you now more than ever, Sharlene."
"Thank you, Emma," Sharlene said, sealing their conversation with a kiss. They observed the sprite moving in uniform harmony towards the nightlight, a symbolic representation of the unity and peace that had been restored to the fairy colony.
The next day, Emma and her friends resumed their quest to find the guardian, leaving behind the fairy colony now under Sharlene's rule. As they emerged from the gateway, an unknown being observed their movements, clandestinely following them. Upon reaching a junction on the east-central coast of Pytaminc, they heard strange noises in the woods. Karl Carl, sensing danger, signaled that something was amiss.
Two hybrids and three Lycans charged towards them, but before the attack could unfold, an unidentified presence intervened, rendering the assailants motionless and then vaporizing them into nothingness. The group stood in awe of this mysterious intervention.
"Emma, is this your doing?" Grace inquired, receiving a "no" in response.
The enigmatic stranger, who had been following them, approached Emma and unveiled her hood, revealing herself as Becca Addison.
"Emma Stone!" Becca exclaimed. "My name is Becca Addison, and we, the Sisters of Witches of the Light, need your help."
Dante questioned, "What do you mean by 'we'?" The witches of the light then revealed themselves, becoming visible and tangible as they touched their pendants.
Amidst the astonishment, Grace exclaimed, "What the hell!" The group found themselves surrounded by witches of the light.
Emma, seeking guidance, asked, "So where do we go next?"
Becca Addison replied, "We're already here, Emma. This entire place is merely an illusion, and with our unique powers combined, we put the words in your heart that led you here." The unfolding events hinted at a new chapter in Emma's journey, intertwined with the enigmatic Sisters of Witches of the Light.
The group entered the magical entrance, a metaphorical forest path that disguised the true nature of Pytaminc, a cave-like tunnel. As they traversed the tunnel, it led them to the main entrance of the Sisters of Witches of the Light coven. The sight that greeted them was awe-inspiring—a golden monument and tapestry of Sarah Lance, ancient prophecies etched on tablets, old manuscripts, inscriptions in the witches' language, as well as ancient artifacts, antiques, and relics of Sarah Lance's wand.
Curious, Karl Carl asked, "What are those?"
Becca Addison explained, "It is to honor our great ancestors, especially Sarah Lance. The mother of all, she built this entire place with her mere words, unlike the Wicca Sabbath, which was constructed entirely out of nothingness with her unfathomable powers. Here at the Pytaminc, we are guardians and lookout of the Wicca Sabbath. It's our duty to inform the Wicca Sabbath of any incoming threat, and that, I fear, Emma, the Sisters of the Dark Han are upon us."
"Come with me, you need to see this," Becca Addison urged, leading the group deeper into the secrets and responsibilities held by the Sisters of Witches of the Light. The ominous presence of the Sisters of the Dark Han foreshadowed a new challenge on the horizon.
Becca Addison guided them to the Hall of Prophecies, where ancient inscriptions adorned tablet stones, revealing prophecies that had unfolded over thousands of years and those yet to be realized.
"Before the prophecies came to be, the Queen mother and mother of all put the words together. They predicted and had seen what was to come," Becca Addison explained. "These prophecies serve as a guide to our future, even from the day you were born, Emma Stone. The prophecy foretold your coming."
As Becca elucidated Emma's role, Karl Carl, Dante, and Grace explored the other prophecies, witnessing the predictions of rescuing Charlie Adams in the woods, training in the fairy colony with Sharlene, and the impending war.
"No way," Grace whispered, astonished by the revelations. Dante pointed out a prophecy that seemed to fluctuate, raising questions about its uncertain nature.
"That is the final prophecy we've known to be for now," Becca Addison clarified. "Its revelation isn't certain." Emma noticed a faded word, "For among them was before all."
"What does that mean?" Emma inquired.
"The very first of all supernaturals!" Becca Addison replied.
"So there was a supernatural before all," Emma concluded.
"Yes, but the prophecy hasn't revealed its true meaning," Becca Addison admitted.
During their discussion, another witch named Fuji approached, clearing her throat to gain their attention. Becca introduced her as Sister Fuji, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Emma's journey with the Sisters of Witches of the Light.
"Emma Stone," Fuji greeted with a warm smile, approaching her and holding both of her hands. "Just as the prophecies foretold, that our light will guide your way to us. You're welcome."
"I'm Fuji, the chancellor of this coven," she continued. "We're highly honored to have you here in our presence."
Turning her attention to Becca, Fuji instructed, "Sister Becca, please entertain our honorable guests and show them to their chambers."
"Yes, Wise one," Becca acknowledged, leading Emma's friends to their chambers while Emma walked and conversed with Fuji.
"For thousands of years, we've waited for a sign, a sign of hope that one day the prophecies will be fulfilled," Fuji shared as she gazed at Emma. "I see you've improved on your fairy side. I can sense your fairy's magic is strong, but you'll also need to harness and awaken the witch in you." The path ahead promised a journey of discovery and mastery for Emma as she delved into the intertwined realms of fairy magic and witchcraft within the Sisters of Witches of the Light coven.
"I'll personally do the honors to awaken your abilities and magic bestowed upon you," Fuji declared. "Tomorrow we shall begin, but first, have some rest." They paused at Emma's chamber. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask," Fuji added.
In another realm, at Wicca Sabbat, Peggy Lance continued her training with the witches, striving to gain control of her formidable powers. The witches marveled at her progress, recognizing the exceptional magic flowing within her, reminiscent of their ancestors.
"Peggy Lance!" exclaimed one of the council members. "There's no doubt you have the blood of your ancestors flowing through you."
"You're now ready for the trials of initiation," declared Dorothy, pointing towards the passageway that led to the trials. Peggy's journey within the Wicca Sabbat took a pivotal turn as she prepared to face the challenges that awaited her in the trials of initiation.